METROPOLITAN DIARY
Measure Twice
Dear Diary:
Some years ago, I helped drive a panel truck filled with about a dozen weighty sculptures from Omaha to a gallery in SoHo. My companion on the trip was Lee Lubbers, a sculptor and Jesuit priest at Creighton University.
His medium at the time was recycled railroad boxcar axles. He heated them in a huge oven belonging to the Union Pacific Railroad and then, using a giant hydraulic anvil, forged them into modern steel menhir that weighed three-quarters of a ton and were about 11½ feet tall.
We were assured twice before leaving for New York that the gallery had a 12-foot ceiling.
After arriving on a cold, gray afternoon, we unloaded the first of the sculptures and tried to erect it, only to discover the gallerys 12-foot ceiling had apparently shrunk to about 11 feet.
We retreated to a nearby shop to discuss our options over coffee. There was only one other person, a woman, there, and she clearly had not been served yet. She sat at a small table, seemingly unable to get the attention of the man who served us.
After continuing to ignore her for a while, he finally looked at her.
Whats wrong with you? he said in an annoyed tone.
Im not feeling well, the woman replied.
When youre not feeling well, he said after a pause, you go to the doctor, not to the deli.
I just came from the doctor, she said.
What did the doctor say?
He said go down to the deli and get yourself a cup of tea.
Michael M. Dorcy
All Night Parking
Dear Diary:
One night, after searching for parking in Washington Heights for almost an hour, I reluctantly decided to put my car in a garage.
Finding one, I asked the attendant if they took cars overnight.
Yes, he said, for $40.
As I reached into my wallet, the attendant motioned toward me and then pointed to a car parked in a spot just outside the garage entrance.
Although he didnt speak English very well and I didnt really understand what he was saying, I realized that the car he was pointing to was his. It soon became clear that he was offering me his spot instead for $25 in cash.
A few minutes later, I was happily walking to my destination, and he was enjoying the fruits of an enterprising approach to solving my parking problem.
Jean Molot
https://www.nytimes.com/2022/02/13/nyregion/metropolitan-diary.html